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I Feel Fine(r)


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I feel fine
or I once did
skin and nerves so smooth
I felt fine alright
but let too many and too much
touch
the merchandise
I feel fine
when I write
when I speak with the one
who loves me back
no character attacks
not like the ones I once
got used to
but no longer accept
I've canceled their checks
but every once in awhile in my dreams
they sneak back
and I have to insert myself into my night skin
and tell them they have no place
and to find their own
I feel finer
now than I ever did
when I was a kid
coltish and punchy and bruised
from the inside to the outs
now I don't have to give no explanations
I can pout
and sulk but its only a put on
I've got lots to live for
heck, I've been going on here
for more than a half-century
but sometimes I get blinded by ideas
what I might have been
had I not given in
and said I feel fine
when I didn't.

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Sunday, Mother's Day May 13, 2012 8:47am PST
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